06-12-2013, 06:10 AM
(06-02-2013, 07:23 AM)serge gurkski Wrote: take 3:
I pray sweet hope,
because it is eternal,
instead of love
that might betray.
Don't tear down the walls
that hold you too.
But if you must,
please, do not waste
what is not yet your own.
Between despair and delight
we tumble around.
The days steal
our lives from us.
Our lovers come and go
leaving us lonely in the end.
Politic is not soothing us either;politics do not soothe us either....politics
do not soothe me either.
but I still talk America.
I talk to a beautiful nation.
You are not beautiful of yourself,
but by the basic idea
that gave birth to you.
Just dare to read Jefferson
to see what you may have become.
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cleaned up mess ;-) )so I thought.)
A contribution to the Harlem Renaissance
http://youtu.be/xTEmldzx1xE
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I pray the sweetness of hope
maybe in vain,
instead of dishonest love.
Do not – for the best of us all – drown in that
muddy waters of pain and distress
created to break you.
Don't tear down the walls
that hold you, too.
But if you must,
please, do not waste away
what you don't have yet.
Between despair and delight
I tumble around and the days
steal themselves away.
The lovers come and go,
leaving me lonely and
politics is not soothing me either,
but still I talk America,
I talk to a beautiful nation.
You are not beautiful by yourself
but by that basic idea
that gave birth to you.
Just dare to read Jefferson,
to see what could have
already become of you - instead.